The late William Trevor on short story writing: “I think it is the art of the glimpse. If the novel is like an intricate Renaissance painting, the short story is an impressionist painting. It should be an explosion of truth. Its strength lies in what it leaves out just as much as what it puts in, if not more. It is concerned with the total exclusion of meaninglessness. Life, on the other hand, is meaningless most of the time. The novel imitates life, where the short story is bony, and cannot wander. It is essential art.”
(source: The Guardian)


More news from the Nameless Writing Group although rather belated.
“Three flies could consume a horse cadaver as rapidly as a lion.” – Carl Linnaeus (1767)
Two authors have made goosebumps rise on my flesh. The first was King, while reading the hobbling scene in his novel Misery. Now Bradbury, after finishing The Emissary, a beautiful short story in his collection, The October Country.

